[FIC] HenBiebz gone too far
Pairing: Henry/Amber, Henber, Henbiebz (henry/justin bieber)
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack
Summary: Henry's Bieber obsession has always been a bit...extreme
Word Count: 419. One-Shot
To say that Amber is sick of Henry’s obsession with Justin Bieber is an understatement. No really, she won’t stand for another warbling rendition of “One Less Lonely Girl,” his incoherent fanboy moments, and his lame retorts quoting the Bieb’s sappy songs. No, it definitely was not all his Bieber merchandise, Justin Bieber wristbands, Justin Bieber posters, and his autographed Justin Bieber t-shirt that he insists on sleeping in every Friday (Amber refuses to have Henry snuggle with her in bed when he wears it). To be reasonable, she’s tolerated enough of this…too much of this already, she sighs as she peels a single Justin Bieber sock off the floor of Henry’s dorm. Amber squirms in distaste as she drops it in the waste basket and slumps against the kitchen counter.
Although she didn’t expect it, she couldn’t say that she was surprised when she found out that he was a fervent fanboy. The way he ballooned with pride and admiration whenever “JB” was mentioned was almost adorable. Almost. Because, c'mon, it’s Justin Bieber we’re talking about here, she says to herself.
It all started years ago when Henry took her out for a “surprise” date when he visited her in Los Angeles for the weekend.
“Wait…aren’t you supposed to be attending new student orientation at Berkley right now?” Amber peered at him underneath her layered fringe. They were eating hot dogs by the beach, kicking at each other’s feet underneath the sand-worn wooden bench.
Henry chuckled, taking a swig from his coke and a bite from his food. “I came to see you” He grins at her, mouth still full of half-chewed processed meat. “I wanted to take you somewhere, and show you something that’s really important to me. It’s something you can’t miss.”
Amber sheepishly looks down, and wipes off the smear of ketchup on Henry’s chin. Who knew Henry could be this sappy? “You won’t tell me what it is?”
Henry grabs both her hands, and intertwines his fingers in hers. “It’s a surprise.”
She never expected it to be the Justin Bieber Believe Tour Concert when he dragged her to the Nokia Theater at Staples Center that evening. The way he was alternating between whooping, crying, and staring at his idol with eyes brimming with tears was borderline embarrassing. Amber coughed into her shoulder and pretended to focus on the zippers of her jacket. No, that guy standing next to her, gripping her hand because of his “incoherent feels” IS NOT her boyfriend. Not at all.
a/n:
hhehe for my dearest NY, who told me to write this after my twitter remark about how much love HenBiebz is and how much Amber probably bricks him for it :">